Rare Lighting On The River Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Rare lighting on the river
The mud banks
Croak with bronze colored
Toads
This night for
The red dusk is gone
And
The house light one
By one
Are going off:
Silence was there
Already in the dusk
Already in the pink
Twilight
Trembling
Already
Already in the night
Growls a sound that
Was not on the previous
Nights:
Already there rustles
In the sparse bushes
The scent of mists
Gathering since the sunset
Painted orange
And the sun set.
Ruthless the clouds
Frown:
Threatening with
Water-deluge the river
To flood:
No human will pass here
Except
Some straying Poet Seer
This night:
There will be
The animals of night
Led
By the twinkling glow-worm
And the mirth
Of ghosts and shrouds
That after each other
Play
Round bushes to the
Ancient castles on the surface
Of the black river reflected
In the shivering rays
Of the white moon.